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which  may  alter  any  of  the  images  in  the 
reproduction,  or  which  may  significantly  change 
the  usual  method  of  filming,  are  checlced  below. 


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Couverture  de  couleur 


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Cartes  g6ographiques  en  couleur 


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Tight  binding  may  cause  shadows  or  distortion 
along  interior  margin/ 

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distortion  le  long  de  la  marge  int^rieure 

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appear  within  the  text.  Whenever  possible,  these 
have  been  omitted  from  filming/ 
II  se  peut  que  certaines  pages  blanches  ajouties 
tors  d'une  restauration  apparaissent  dans  le  texte, 
mais.  lorsque  cela  Atait  positible,  ces  pages  n'ont 
pas  AtA  filmAes. 

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L'Institut  a  microfilm^  le  mellleur  exemplaire 
qu'll  iui  a  4t6  possible  de  se  procurer.  Les  details 
de  cet  exemplaire  qui  sont  peut-Atre  uniques  du 
point  de  vue  bibliographique,  qui  peuvent  modifier 
une  Image  reproduite,  ou  qui  peuvent  exiger  une 
modification  dans  la  m6thode  normale  de  filmage 
sont  indiqu6s  ci-dessous. 


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ensure  the  best  possible  image/ 
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obscurcies  par  un  feuiilet  d'errata,  une  pelure. 
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gAnirosIt*  da: 

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Tha  imagas  appaaring  hara  ara  tha  bast  quality 
possibia  considaring  tha  condition  and  lagibility 
of  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  contract  spacifications. 


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beginning  with  the  front  cover  and  ending  on 
the  last  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, or  the  back  cover  when  appropriate.  All 
other  original  copies  are  filmed  beginning  on  the 
first  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, and  ending  on  the  last  page  with  a  printed 
or  illustrated  impression. 


The  last  .acorded  frame  on  each  microfiche 
shall  contain  the  symbol  ^^>  (meaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  the  symbol  V  (meaning  "END"), 
whichever  applies. 

Maps,  plates,  charts,  etc.,  may  be  filmed  at 
different  reduction  ratios.  Those  too  large  to  be 
entirely  included  in  one  exposure  are  filmed 
beginning  in  the  upper  left  hand  corner,  left  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  frames  as 
required.  The  following  diagrams  illustrate  the 
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da  la  nettetA  de  I'exemplaire  filmA,  et  en 
conformity  avac  les  conditions  du  contrat  de 
filmage. 

Les  exemplaires  originaux  dont  la  couverture  en 
papier  est  imprimAe  sont  filmAs  en  commen^ant 
par  la  premier  plat  et  en  terminant  soit  par  la 
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de  Tangle  sup^rieur  gauche,  de  gauche  A  droite, 
et  de  haut  en  bas,  en  prenant  le  nombre 
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Mount  Rainier  I       That  old  Giant!      How  over- 
powered one  is  fe;  its  bigness  and  nearness,  as  the  mists 
of  a  morning  clear  away  and  its  ghstning,  snowy  form 
rises  majestically  before  you— standing  there  so  Sphynx- 
like  in  its  immovability,  so  grand,  so  bold,  so  defiant; 
towering  above  all  the  lesser  hills  around  it!      You 
cannot  but  feel  an  unspeakable  aWe  as  you  gaze  upon 
those  endless  white  fields  of  unmeasured  snow  and  ice 
and  into   those   shadowy  creVassess   which   break  up 
sharp,  straight  slopes  thousands  of  feet  in  length— deep, 
dark  and  deceitful;  you  can  never  forget  its  marvelous 
beauty;  you  are  fascinated  as  b^  some  strange,  unseen 
power;  and  something  there  is  about  the  old  mountain, 
in  its  majesty  and  strength,  that  calms  and  touches  into 
quiet  the  impatience  of  the  heart,  and  soothes  into  peace 
the  hot  passions  of  the  soul;   that  makes  one  feel  how 
useless  it  is  to  beat  against  the  walls  — how  vain  that 
we  should  cry  out  for  our  hearts  desire  —  our  own  wil- 
ful way  I   Little  infinitessimal  atoms  of  the  great  plan 
of  existance,  wanting  to  dictate  the  scheme  of  this  vast, 
unknowable  universe  !    And  as  n>e  look  the  longer  our 
complainings  cease,  our  tongues  are  silenced,  while  we 
stand  in  this  place,  "where  man  may  own  his  littleness 
and  know  the  mightiness  of  God  !  " 


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COMES  an  hour  when  the  power  of  other 
days  is  strong  upon  me,  and  I  am  carried 
back  into  their  presence  by  swift  wings 
of  memory,  or  rather,  these  thoughts  that  live 
constantly  with  me— subdued  and  silent  while 
the  work  of  the  day  goes  on,  but  ever  alert  and 
ready  to  bear  me  out  of  the  dull  monotony  of 
regular  toil,  on  the  instant  that  some  unusually 
powerful  influence  is  brought  to  bear,  and  my 
spirit  leaps  suddenly  toward  those  things  out- 
side that  so  draw  and  charm  me.  And  thus 
these  little  winged  ministering  spirits— kin  of 
the  winged  god  himself— at  the  first  yielding 
of  my  heart,  the  first  turning  of  my  thought 
toward  these  things  forbidden,  rise  and  spread 
their  gossamer  wings  and  ))ear  me  away  on  the 
instant— against  all  sober  judgment,  contrary 

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to  my  will  and  wish— away,  away,  to  the  realm 
of  happiness,  exultation,  love  and  content! 
Oh,  ye  little  winged  spirits,  are  ye  my  good  or 
evil  angels? 

Once  within  their  white  enfolding  wings, 
borne  upward  and  away,  all  else  is  forgotten 
but  the  delight  itself — the  presence  again  of  all 
that  seemed  to  be  sweetest  in  earth — the  master- 
ing influence  of  the  time  and  scene,  and  once 
given  up  to  the  resistless  spirits,  I  say,  "Yes, 
my  good  angels  ye  are. "  •< 

(O,  to  he  able  to  live  fully  to  the  extent  of 
our  capacity  for  living  I  I  could  sob  with  un- 
ending regret  at  the  cruelty  that  seems  to  limit 
the  expansion.  It  is  a  sadness  inexplicable, 
but  most  real. 

To  be  in  the  midst  of  earth's  throbbing  life — 
the  world's  beauty ;  to  know  emotion's  highest 
pitch,  the  lofty  reach  of  an  exultant  heart  full  of 
joy;  every  vibrant  sense  within  tingliDg  with 
the  life  surrounding  and  upon  you — O,  my 
heart,  what  it  is  to  live  at  times  I) 

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gives  me  so  much  of  ecstasy.'  The  world  of  the 
material  and  of  the  soul.  I  thank  Him  for  it! 
The  influence  of  fair  Nature's  self— how  it 
enthralls  onel  Now  my  winged  carriers  [have 
brought  me  to  her  royal  throne— the  crest  of  the 
Mountain  range  just  yonder.  The  mountains 
seem  just  yonder,  always.  Seem  so  near  and 
friendly,  so  protecting  and  so  strong.  It  is 
their  great  charm  that  you  must  needs  feel  their 
presence,  so  near  they  seem. 

Here's  the  shining  surface  of  the  Ocean  and 
the  Bay  lying  close  up  to  the  feet  of  Earth's  old 
giants,  fearless  and  smiline:.  Away  in  that 
direction  the  dense  shading  green  of  the  forest 
climbs  up  the  slope  till  it  meets  and  embraces 
'  the  snows  and  glaciers.     Out  this  way  are 

gentle,  undulating  fields  and  meadows,  vine- 
yards and  gardens  rich  with  wealth  and  good- 
ness. Further  on  in  the  distance  the  knolls  and 
hollows  take  on  sharper  outlines,  and  the  foot- 
hills rise  more  quickly  toward  the  mountains 
whence  they  lead  again ;  and  in  between  the 
valleys  narrow  and  the  gulches  deepen. 

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Nature's  own  domaiD  I  Here  her  big  warm 
heart  holds  sway.  The  very  air  must  bend  to 
her  sweet  will  aud  breathe  with  -^nft,  caressing 
breath  upon  our  uncovered  headf  yhile  we  look 
up  in  adoration.  Rapturous  melodies  from 
feathered  creatures  that  can  only  voice  their  joy 
in  song,  are  borne  upon  the  breeze  to  our  ears 
from  all  the  lofty  crags  and  high  tree-tops 
around.  The  wealth  of  color  and  br:ightness  is 
spread  out  upon  the  ground  at  our  feet.  Be- 
yond, upon  the  rising  slopes  as  far  as  our  vision 
will  take  us,  the  same  beauty  of  flower  is  seen 
till  the  snowdrop  hides  her  pretty  head  beneath 
the  white  cover;  and  up  from  all  the^e  velvet 
petals  and  the  cool,  waving  grasses  floats  the 
incense  breathed  out  by  these  tender  worship- 
ers as  well.  And  light,  which  came  at  God*s 
own  voice,  fills  and  glorifies  all  this  life! 

I  love  to  be  thus  borne  away,  e'en  though 
against  my  strong,  sound  sense,  from  the  trou- 
blous world  to  scenes  like  this  in  Nature's 
home,  which  I  can  live  through  ever  and 
again  with  all  the  keen  exhilaration  that  first 

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filled  my  soul.  *Tis  then  that  I  cry  **0,  that 
we  might  live  all  our  life  as  live  we  might— to 
the  full— crowded  up  to  the  brim  with  the 
greatness  of  emotion,  the  spiritual  harmony, 
the  heart  joy  and  satisfaction!*'  *Tis  then  I 
think  I  could  rebel,  but  that  I  think,  "If  this 
the  life  we  know,  knew  no  restrictions,  what 
would  there  be  for  us  in  the  life  which  is  to 
come?" 

Think  not  my  picture  is  ideal— there  are 
many  such  in  our  fair  world.  I  knew  one — 
indeed  1  know  it  yet,  for  I  dwell  within  the 
scene  on  many  a  day. 


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IF  I  could  picture  to  you  the  scene  as  I 
have  known  and  felt  it— upon  a  morning, 
at  the  noonday,  or  in  the  evening  hour, 
'twould  be  a  joy  to  me.  But  words  are  all 
so  futile,  so  lacking  in  interpretation  when  one 
needs  them  most,  'tis  almost  vain  to  try.  For 
there's  no  mortal  tongue  can  tell  the  wonder, 
no  pictured  beauty  reveal  the  loveliness,  nor 
pen  of  man  that  could  trace  in  truthful  lines 
the  story  of  its  revelations ! 

Here  on  the  Sound  one  finds  the  ideal  beauty 
and  grandeur  of  Nature's  self,  whichever  way 
you  turn.  Again  and  again  I  have  known 
days  here,  that  were  simply  grand,  unfolded 
pages  from  God's  book  of  wonders. 

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morning  after  days  of  mist  and  shadow — (for 
even  here  dark  days  do  come  as  dark  days  will) ; 
then  the  mountains  step  forth  from  their  grey 
shrouds  and  shake  from  off  their  lofty  brows 
the  clouds  that  have  encircled  them,  and  they 
seem  to  be  resurrected  into  newness  of  life, 
while  every  lineament  appears  so  clearly  dis- 
cerned it  is  like  the  revelation  to  one's  eyes  of 
some  old,  loved  thing  that  has  been  lost  awhile; 
and  as  the  last  trace  of  shadow  is  flung  away, 
you  can  read  the  very  expression  of  each  noble 
face  as  you  look,  from  this  one  to  that,  and  it 
comes  upon  you  like  the  sudden,  unexpected 
smile  of  some  rugged,  human  face  you  have 
known — surprising  you  in  its  rare  beauty  and 
leaving  something  in  your  heart  that  brightens 
it  for  long. 

I  remember  one  fair  day  that  I  never  shall 
forget.  'Twas  a  morning  close  to  Spring,  a 
day  of  clear  sunshine,  but  with  none  of  the 
whiteness  melted  away  from  the  mountains 
that  circle  about  the  wide  horizon  as  yet. 

As  I  opened  my  eyes  in  the  morning,  threw 

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wide  the  window  and  looked  out,  the  moun- 
tains were  almost  startling  in  their  close  prox- 
imity, as  though  the  long  file  of  an  army  had 
crept  up  in  the  night  unheard,  and  was  there 
to  subdue  and  conqueir  as  you  rose  from  your 
sleep. 

Surely  they  are  but  just  across  the  river  here 
— you  can  hear  them  call  across  the  water  to  their 
sentries,  and  hear  the  echo  thrown  back  by  the 
solid  walls,  along  with  the  answer  of  the  picket- 
men  ;  and  it  seems  it  would  be  but  to  stretch 
your  arm  and  bend  a  little  toward  them  to 
touch  hands  in  a  morning  greeting. 

Turning  your  face  to  the  eastward,  as  they 
used  in  days  of  old,  you  see  a  long  range  of 
fantastic  giant  peaks,  over  which  the  sun  has 
just  risen.  These  are  the  beautiful  old  Cas- 
cades, presenting  a  marvellous  variety  of 
shapes  and  forms,  and  extending  all  about  the 
eastern  horizon.  Along  the  jagged  line  you 
follow,  far,  far  up  yonder  to  the  north,  till  at 
the  distant  end  of  the  range,  seemingly,  and 
there  is  Mt.  Baker,  away  off  toward  the  sky, 

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many  miles  you  know,  and  its  ragged  dome  of 
rocks  and  trees  and  earth  lies  covered  with  the 
snows  of  so  many  years,  or  centuries,  it  may 
be,  that  only  smooth,  clean  outlines  are  seen,  as 
of  chiseled  marble,  clean  cut,  unsoiled,  just 
from  the  sculptor's  hand  I  Turning  back  round 
the  circling  ridge,  following  on  and  on  past 
many  a  turret  spiie,  which  you  could  not  pass 
but  that  you  know  you  can  come  back  to  it,  and 
down  here  to  the  southward,  rising  up  from  the 
clustering  hills  at  its  base,  boldly  outlined 
'gainst  the  space  behind,  stands  the  old-time 
monarch,  Mt.  Rainier — unchanged  nor  lesser 
grown.  Something  about  the  old  mountain 
there  is  that  overawes  you,  and  compels  your 
reverence,  as  does  some  great  warrior  who  has 
fought  bravely  and  withstood  the  forces  of  the 
world — the  storms  of  years,  and  come  out  un- 
scathed, grown  greater,  more  majestic,  only. 
So  Rainier  impresses  you  with  its  power  and 
grandeur.  Drawing  your  charmed  gaze  from 
this  at  last,  and  following  still  around  to  the 
westward,  where  nightly  goes  the  golden  orb 

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to  rest  behind  those  heavenly  hills,  you  come 
to  the  range  we  call  the  Proud  Olympics- 
unique,  exclusive,  beautiful  in  extreme  they 
are. 


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them  as  the  day  Lw  '     1  f  '"°'^  ^  «*"'''«' 

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white,  glisteniigTthf  sIST:,^    '''^^*"' 
splendor;  some  1  hiJl  „^"'"'8'''  "^'^^  supernal 

thought  if  ThTy  we'e tot  ifir.''r  \'''""°^'  ^ 
on  High,  the^  mTstt  tTt^t  t^rd 
shadows  of  their  very  selves  A„/'  r  *'' 
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be  peopled  with  all  the  great  and  small  of  life 
—crowned  heads,  rulers  of  kingdoms,  and  hum- 
bler folk  as  well.  I  could  seem  to  see  the 
castles  pinnacled  and  turreted  with  shining 
gold,  and  other  dwellings  less  pretentious  and 
more  lowly  for  those  who  loved  the  quiet 
walks  of  life—all  so  beautiful  and  fitting. 

Yes,  a  fleeting  vision  of  the  Heavenly  City, 
as  sometimes  we  do  reach  a  height  from  which 
we  catch  a  glimpse  of  that  glorious  realm, 
when  for  one  brief  instant  it  is  pictured  to  our 
vision  like  some  strange,  miraculous  mirage, 
and  we  catch  our  breath  quick  and  almost  cry 
out  in  dismay  as  it  vanishes  from  our  sight  I 

And  so  these  mountain-heights  with  their 
wonderful  pictures  that  so  enthrall  me;  lean 
scarcely  take  my  eyes  away  from  them  for  fear 
they  too  will  vanish.  But  as  I  look  longer  at 
the  marvellous  hills,  behind  and  beyond  they 
still  stretch  upward  and  stand  in  silence,  im- 
movable, where  they  were  builded  in  the  begin- 
ning, and  awaiting  the  end  of  Time.  They  are 
lasting,  never-fading,  I  know.     So  I  still  my 

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heart's  impatience  that  I  cannot  read  and  grasp 
it  all  to-day,  and  remember  that  to  be  blessed 
with  a  sight  of  the  beauty  again,  one  day,  may 
be  my  reward.  But  O,  the  grandeur  of  such 
a  day  I    Can  life  grant  one  many  such,  I  ask? 


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IT  TAKES  only  a  very  little  thing  sometimes 
to  awaken  within  us  a  memory  that  thrills 
the  soul  to  its  depths.  So,  something  out 
of  the  hum  of  the  noisy  city  to-day,  reached 
my  inner  sense  and  brought  back  to  my  reali- 
zafcion  the  shrill  music  of  a  saw-mill  that  I 
dwelt  near  for  a  short,  happy  time  one  year. 

A  rush  of  beautiful  memories  fill  up  my 
mind  in  an  instant.  Hours  of  heart  inter- 
course with  my  most  cherished  friend ;  pictures 
of  rare  conception ;  quiet  and  peace  unmeasured 
and  time  enjoyed  to  the  full,  with  its  flight 
unnoted. 

The  Heights  is  an  exclusive  spot,  reached  by 
a  long,  climbing  stretch  of  cable  which  leaves  the 
city  far  behind,  down  by  the  Sound ;  where  the 

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docks  are  crowded  with  busy  life — the  queer 
sailing  vessels,  palace  steamers,  fishermen's 
yawls  and  Indian  rowboats  mingling  in  inter- 
esting contrast  all  along  the  water  front. 

Out  here  on  the  Heights  we  knew  nothing  of 
it,  unless  we  cared  to  remember  that  back  there 
lay  the  city,  built  on  terrace  after  terrace; 
from  our  lofty  outlook  descending  down  and 
down,  papt  handsome  residences  and  spacious 
grounds — down  through  the  great  business 
blocks,  the  manufactories,  the  mills,  the  can- 
neries and  the  laden  shipping  wharves.  It  all 
seemed  very  far  away,  and  we,  as  in  a  dream 
somewhere — on  a  height  above  it  all  I 

We  kept  our  backs  to  the  city  and  remem- 
bered only  our  surroundings. 

Looking  straight  out  of  the  windows  or  lying 
in  a  hammock,  gazing  off,  we  saw  nothing  but 
the  eternal  blue  of  the  sky,  or  the  dusky  forests 
of  the  mountain  sides;  but  far  below  our  feet, 
with  a  ragged  slope  of  trees,  rocks  and  flowers 
lying  between,  we  looked  into  the  waters  of  a 
wondrous    lake.     Its  waters  were  as  still  and 

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serene  as  the  overarching  sky ;  its  color  only 
a  deeper,  more  mysterious  blue. 

We  could  see  across  the  two  or  three  inter- 
vening miles  to  the  other  side,  and  then  follow 
its  regular  shore  line  for  a  great  way  as  it  bent 
about  the  low-lying  hills  of  green  and  wood- 
land— just  how  far  we  did  not  know,  but  for 
miles  and  miles,  till  the  walls  of  the  moun- 
tains swallowed  it  up. 

The  cool,  caressing  winds  blew  into  our 
faces  up  here  from  off  the  surface  of  the  lake, 
but  itself  was  not  troubled  by  the  tiniest  wave. 
Peace  personified  might  have  been  written  upon 
its  brow  I  Encircling  us  were  the  everlasting 
hills — mountains  as  old  as  time — to  which  we 
turned  our  eyes  as  oft  as  to  the  water. 

Towering  monuments  of  infinite  power — 
lofty  fortresses  of  retreat  from  care !  They  lure 
us  onward  to  higher  pursuits  and  grander  vic- 
tories. They  stand,  untiring  witnesses  of  the 
majesty  of  Nature,  and  there  are  lessons  of 
beauty  and  inspiration  to  be  gathered  from 
their  form. 

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And  so  we  dreamed  and  prayed,  Diana  and 
I,  in  the  heavenly  quiet  and  unbroken  joy  of 
the  scene. 

**0f  what  are  you  thinking,  ma  chere?** 

**0f  the  beautiful  hills,  Diana,*'  she  replies. 

**And  into  what  are  your  dark  eyes  peering, 
my  friend?" 

"Into  the  deep  blue  of  the  lake's  unfathomed 
mysteries,"  I  answer. 

Days  of  heaven-born  bliss  and  rest — building 
up  hopes  as  high  as  the  stars,  lest  otherwise  we 
bnild  too  low  1  Speaking  to  one  another  of  the 
humanity  outside  whom  we  wanted  to  bless ; 
gaining  strength  to  meet  again  the  battles  that 
life  is  always  leading  to;  breathing  in  purity 
and  worship ! 

And  the  sr.w-mill  over  in  the  wood,  is  the 
only  disturbing  sound ;  while  even  its  song 
grows  to  be  music  to  us. 


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Is  THERE  anything  quite  so  entrancing, 
so  soothing,  as  to  recline  upon  the  deck  of 
a  steamer  and  let  your  eyes  wander  off  to 
the  beautiful  peaks  reaching  in  broken  ter- 
races further  and  further  away,  while  you  let 
your  fancies  roam  at  will  as  you  glide  over  the 
water,  secure,  content  and  unconcerned  about 
all  the  world? 

To  watch  the  wake  of  the  steamer ;  to  feel  the 
delicious  breoze;  to  see  the  white- winged  gulls 
following  with  such  ease  and  grace;  to  listen 
to  the  gay  laughter  of  happy  people;  to  know 
that  you  are  far  away  from  the  noise  and  worry 
of  the  busy  city  and  may  dream  the  long  day 
through ! 

And  when  the  night  comes  down — to  view 

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the  glorious  sunset,  be  conscious  of  the  sweet- 
ness, the  dewy  air,  the  quiet  and  bliss  in  all 
the  earth.  Then,  standing  out  in  the  moonlight 
on  the  clean- washed  deck,  watching  th  3  ;Uar8 
come  out  in  the  blue  overhead,  with  ^nc  ;  ht- 
house  lamps  flashing  back  their  si^nald  and 
beckoning  you  on  in  the  unmarked  course 
through  the  waters  deep,  and  the  soft  wind 
kissing  your  cheek  with  fresh  coolness — Ah, 
it  is  something  never  to  fade  from  memory. 

Such  beauty  there  is  in  Puget  Sound.  Lying 
securely  locked  within  these  mountain-for- 
tresses, spreading  its  waters  out  in  many  a 
queer-shaped  arm,  crowding  into  the  bays  and 
toward  the  hills  as  far  as  it  may,  as  thoug'b 
trying  to  escape  its  bondage  by  some  unset j 
outlet  into  its  ocean -home  the  other  side  the 
Olympics;  wearied  of  the  serenity  of  its  shel- 
tered haven,  impatient  to  know  the  struggle 
and  storm  of  the  ocean's  life;  and  to  which  at 
last  it  does  find  way  through  the  Straits  of  San 
Juan  de  Fuca. 

How  I  have  learned  to  love  that  inland  bc.^. 

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from  every  point  of  view — so  familiar  ard  so 
homelike !  I  can  see  the  harbor  in  its  every 
detail,  now  as  I  close  my  eyes  and  dream  of  it 
—a  Summer  dream  of  perfect  loveliness. 

'Round  that  high  point  come  the  white- 
winged  boats  from  the  sea,  bringing  the  com- 
merce and  humanity  and  intercourse  of  far- 
away lands  to  mingle  with  ours ;  bringing  in 
touch  the  life  of  nations  unknown  and  strange 
in  many,  many  phases,  and  making  of  the 
earth  one  great,  broad  brotherhood. 

Out  there  past  that  other  long  arm,  go  the 
boats  to  the  open  sea,  carrying  ventures,  ambi- 
tions, hopes  which  may  all  be  changed  to  awful 
certainty,  failure  and  despair,  ere  their  home- 
ward trip  is  made;  or,  happily,  returning  with 
vast  knowledge,  a  wealth  of  good  and  a  faith 
and  aspiration  larger  and  more  wonderful. 

O,  this  fair,  dear  picture — with  its  colorings 
no  time  can  e'er  efface.  With  its  reflected 
glories  of  earth  and  sky;  with  its  fleet  of  sails 
and  ships;  with  its  pleasures  and  its  gaiety 
borne  upon  its  placid    bosom;   and  with  its 

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buried  mysteries  and  shadows  of  the  unfath- 

oiued  deeps. 

38  rarely  look  upon  such  a  picture,  and 
froiu  the  brush  of  man  such  another  one  must 
still  remain  unborn,  unpainted,  forever  I 


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OVER  and  over  again  in  my  life  I  have 
told  myself  that  no  conception  of  Heaven 
could  be  more  beautiful  than  some  of 
the  lovely  regions  of  this  earth  which  we  have 
been  given  a  home  in.  And  the  particularly 
beautiful  endowment  of  all  of  the  Sound  local- 
ity brings  that  idea  back  to  me  often,  O,  so 
often  I 

The  Arcadia  of  sweet  Evangeline  must  have 
been  patterned  after  some  such  happy,  enchant- 
ing scene  as  this.  To  awaken  here  upon  some 
bright,  peaceful  morning,  with  the  soft  fresh 
air  from  the  water  kissing  your  face,  the  calm, 

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subdued  green  of  the  deep  woods  and  the  yellow 
sunlight  of  early  morn  greeting  your  eyes,  is  to 
almost  be  deceived  into  thinking  that  the  old 
world  has  turned  backward  in  its  many  cycles 
to  the  young  days  when  the  Creator  called  this 
beautiful  work  finished,  and  gave  it  to  our  first 
parents  for  a  dwelling-place !  So  natural  and 
sweet,  so  fresh  and  new,  seems  the  loveliness  of 
surrounding  mountains,  forests  and  seas;  as 
though  that  marvellous  Hand  had  but  just 
lifted  its  finger  from  the  finishing  stroke  of  the 
matchless  panorama  it  had  been  so  lovingly 
working  out  for  us,  and  the  smile  of  satisfac- 
tion and  love  of  the  divine  face  had  fallen  over 
the  canvas,  lighting  it  with  a  never-fading 
glory.  And  if  meantime,  you  have  forgotten 
the  existence  of  the  city  itself  about  you,  you 
can  easily  imagine  all  the  fresh,  natural  coun- 
try around  as  still  untrammelled  and  unspoiled 
by  the  tread  of  civilization,  and  that  it  is  a  por- 
tion of  the  old  Arcadia  or  Eden  life  of  pretty 
legendary.  Even  when  you  do  go  out  and  into 
the  crowds,  and    realize    that   you  are  many 

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legions  away  from  that  sweet  time,  you  can 
still  be  enthralled  by  the  sublimity  and  charm 
of  the  grand  beauty  which  faces  you  on  all 
sides. 


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IT  MAY  seem  fanciful,  but  if  you  are  at  all 
given  to  impressions  of  soul,  if  you  have 
any  love  for  Nature's  boundless  wonders, 
you  cannot  help  its  influenae  stealing  upon  you 
here. 

Over  there  are  the  Olympics,  stretching  like 
an  impassable  barrier  between  us  and  the 
ocean's  roll.  On  the  other  hand  slope  the 
thickly  wooded  hills  up  the  long  stretch  to 
where  the  Cascades  rise,  still  snow-crested 
against  the  sky,  and  from  among  these  towers 
in  inconceivable  greatnesf  ^^d  majesty  the 
clean-cut  mountain  of  ice  and  snow — Old 
Kainier,  dominating  all  the  lesser  grandeur 
about,  a  king  of  mountains,  at  whose  footstool 
others  bow  the  head.  And  down  here,  calmly, 
beautifully  ebbs  and  flows  the  water  of  the 

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green-bordered  Sound.  Everything  speaks 
sublimity  and  beauty. 

I  went,  one  Sunday  afternoon,  out  to  Madi- 
son Park,  one  of  the  points  of  attraction  situ- 
ated upon  Lake  Washington,  to  hear  the  pro- 
gram of  the  First  Regiment  Band,  and  while  I 
meditated  within  me  I  said : 

"There  can  be  no  other  skies  like  ise;  no 
other  sun  with  such  a  radiance;  no  otber  waters 
of  such  peace  and  beauty ;  no  other  hills  of  the 
same  immortal  verdure;  no  other  music  of 
truer  inspiration — than  all  of  these  asl  find  them 
here  in  Seattle.'* 

The  Summer  was  young  and  all  of  life 
seemed  in  its  youth.  Gladness  and  content 
beamed  from  the  faces  of  the  vast,  quiet  throng, 
and  their  smiles  and  serenity  were  reflected  back 
by  the  clear  blue  waters  of  the  lake  before 
them,  while  the  soulful,  beautiful  waves  of 
music  greeted  our  ears  for  the  instant,  then 
were  caught  by  the  rippling  waters  and  slowly, 
gently  wafted  away,  out  and  still  farther  out 
across  the  broad,  deep  sea  to  the  echoing  hills 

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upon  tbe  other  shore,  mayhap  from  th^re  car- 
ried up  to  the  skies  to  raibgle  with  other  notes 
that  come  floating  softl}^  down  from  the  celes- 
tial harps  on  high  I 

I  was  entranced,  and  I  let  myself  be  lost  in 
the  dream.  Underneath  our  feet  was  the  soft, 
thick  velvet  of  brightest  green,  with  swoet, 
fresh  flowers  here  and  there  adorning  tbe 
natural  amphitheater.  The  delicious,  caressing 
breeze  that  touched  our  cheeks  and  lips  was 
like  an  intoxicant  in  its  seductiveness,  filling 
me  with  exhilaration,  while  I  could  not  be 
satisfied.  Over  there  where  my  eyes  keep 
straying,  far  over  across  the  lovely  waters,  are 
the  hills  of  living  verdure,  and  farther  up  and 
still  beyond  them  rise  the  mountains — majestic, 
proud  and  solemn — whose  fascination  is  all- 
conquering.  The  white-robed  boats  glide 
quietly  up  to  the  piers  and  embark  again  with 
the  same  pretty,  easy  grace.  The  beauty,  the 
youth,  the  health  and  the  strength  of  the 
noblest  form  of  creation  are  near  me  and  about 
me,  aud  the  air  itself  is  laden  with  influences 

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lofty,  pure  and  happy — it  is  a  trance  I  dwell 
in,  but  I  want  it  not  to  end. 

Something  yet  unexplained  and  undefined 
Btirs  my  imagination  and  my  soul,  and  1  raise 
my  eyes  again  to  try  and  fathom  the  mysterious 
power.  Just  out  there,  floating  upon  the  blue 
water,  is  a  fantastic,  shell-like  thing,  pretty 
and  unique  as  one  could  wish ;  and  up  above  it 
on  either  side  is  raised  to  the  breeze  the  glori- 
ous **  Stars  and  Stripes" — **Ah!  that  is  it  that 
has  been  moving  me  most  of  all — the  dear, 
bright  beautiful  Flag  of  my  Country  I  Yes, 
surely  that  is  it!"  And  while  I  still  sit  gazing 
at  the  flag  there  comes  bursting  upon  my  rapt 
attention  a  soul-stirring  note,  and  I  look  be- 
neath the  colors  for  its  origin.  The  musicians 
have  doffed  their  caps  and  risen  with  one  ac- 
cord, while  the  inspired  leader,  with  a  martial 
gesture  that  carries  a  world  of  meaning  with  it, 
and  with  each  and  every  instrument  in  perfect 
sympathy  with  him,  strikes  up  the  all-master 
ing  strains  of  *'The  Star-Spangled  Banner!" 
Now  I  awake,  and  in  an  exultant  enthusiasm, 

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rise  with  the  vast  throDg  and  wave  my  hand- 
kerchief; while  the  shouts  go  up,  the  applause 
resounds  and  every  heart  beats  quick  with  holy 
patriotism  and  unboun  "^d  pride  I 

My  eyes  look  out  again  «jipon  the  scene  through 
a  tender  mist,  and  I  say  onco  more,  "No,  there 
is  no  other  land  like  this—O  my  America  T* 


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THERE'S  a  white  sky  blown  clear  of  all 
mists  and  darkness,  as  I  have  sometimes 
dreamed  our  eyes  would  be  blown  clear 
of  all  mystery  and  shadow— of  all  obliterat- 
ing clouds  of  trouble,  by  the  winds  of  Heaven, 
could  we  but  reach  that  land ! 

O,  the  hope  that  springs  up  in  the  heart  on 
such  a  morning— like  the  buoyancy  of  youth 
with  hopes  and  ambitions  all  aglow,  though 
still  unformed  and  young— like  the  day  of  lifel 
The  early  morn  gives  you  but  a  dim,  uncertain 
light.     Round  about  you  sleep  the  realities  of 
life,  while    the  earth  is  wrapped   in  dreams. 
Now  up  above  the  peaks  the  sky  grows  white 
with  a  silver  light,  as  behind  the  barrier  of 
mountain  range  the  sun  creeps  up  with  steady 
march,  and  there's  a  pale  gold  fringe  about  each 

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of  their  brows  like  hales  round  the  heads  of 
saints. 

Soon  we  feel  the  warm  light  coming,  and  in 
an  instant  it  leaps  o'er  the  ridge  and  throws 
its  yellow  radiance  over  all  below. 

Like  the  early  morn  of  Life — the  tints  all  so 
delicate,  the  perfumes  all  so  dainty,  the  voices 
all  so  soft  and  lisping.  And  then,  the  scenes 
are  broadened,  the  light  grows  stronger,  our 
vision  widens,  we  get  a  conception  of  the  vast- 
ness  of  earth  and  all  its  greatness,  and  our  am- 
bitions and  our  hopes  grow  mighty  with  life's 
prime — the  Noon  of  Life;  while  the  mountains 
stand  majestic,  their  strong,  clear  light  reflected 
in  undimmed  splendor  at  the  noontide — proud, 
undaunted  in  ambition,  rich  in  beauty,  master- 
ful in  power,  full  of  satisfaction ! 

But  the  day  must  wane,  as  all  days  will,  and 
toward  that  other  side  the  light  of  life  slips 
down.  How  beautiful,  when  the  light  holds 
strong,  the  power  is  unabated,  the  purity  grown 
but  clearer,  the  wealth  still  richer,  the  march 
unfaltering  to  the  end !    And  still  at  eve,  the 


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great  white  mountains  of  strength  stand  about 
life's  small  horizon,  unmoved,  reflecting  yet  the 
light— subdued,  but  in  deeper,  richer  tints,  as 
does  that  life  serene,  that  goes  with  folded  hands 
and  the  smile  of  peace  upon  its  face  into  the 
wide  hereafter;  while  another  leaf  io  turned, 
another  of  the  pages  spread  before  us. 

And  the  mountains  are  still  there— the  same 
great  revelation,  the  monuments  of  the  imper- 
ishable ! 


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AND  those  "Hills  Beyond" !  It  is  always 
those  that  lure  me  most.  Whether  I 
gaze  from  my  "window  across  the  water 
far  beyond  the  city  roofs  and  towers,  to  their 
dusky  slopes,  as  many  a  time  I  have  gazed ;  or, 
lean  upon  the  bridge's  rail  across  Ihe  old 
Snohomish,  and  look  up  to  the  sunlit  peaks  of 
dazzling  white  above;  or  stand  by  the  water's 
edge,  where  the  low- lying  trees  throw  their 
shadows  down  into  the  mirrored  deep,  and  peer 
through  a  half -haze  that  softens  and  veils  their 
beauteous  forms,  as  often  and  often  I  have 
done;  tracing  the  outlines  of  each  huge  green 
hill,  back  and  still  farther  away,  past  tier  after 
tier,  catching  the  form  of  each  as  they  recede 
in  long  zigzag  rows  with  narrow  wedge-like 

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spaces  between,  while  the  Sun-god  throws  his 
glowing  radiance  upon  every  sparkling  jewel 
with  which  those  robes  are  woven,  and  pene- 
trates the  low-down  shadows  of  the  bidden 
valleys— it  is  the  same,  'tis  those  heights  be- 
yond for  which  I  ever  yearn. 

And  so,  I  ponder,  is  it  always  in  this  earthly 
journey.  It's  not  the  lesser  hills  that  we  want 
to  climb — we  can  so  easily  do  that — but  to  scale 
those  lofty  heights,  to  reach  some  pinnacle  tnat 
no  man  has  yet  attained — Ah,  that  is  what  in- 
spires and  draws  us  on ! 

It's  the  allurement  of  the  mysterious  that 
draws  us  toward  the  far-off  things.  We  can 
understand  in  part  the  tangible  things  that  are 
near  or  within  our  reach ;  but  after  that — we 
want  to  know  (O,  how  we  want  to  know !),  and 
we  strain  our  eyes  to  get  one  glimpse  into  the 
mysterious  beyond,  questioning  "What  lies 
there?" 

Yes,  it  is  those  things  just  beyond  our  reach 
that  we  long  for  most.  Those  veiled  in  a  half- 
mystery  which  we  want  to  fathom;  the  rare 

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blossoms  we  might  gather  if  we  were  but  near ; 
the  melodies  that  might  be  heard  up  there;  the 
air  of  purity  which  we  loDg  to  breathe;  the  rest 
and  tranquillity  of  soul  that  surely  may  be 
found  up  there;  the  good  that  has  always  es- 
caped our  grasp.  O,  it's  ever  there  that  our 
thoughts  are  leading— to  the  hills,  the  beautiful 
"Hills  Beyond." 

Eternal  heights  of  glory,  placed  here  perhaps 
as  a  symbol  of  heights  for  us  to  attain  unto. 
"Now  we  see  through  a  glass  darkly,'* — and  we 
can  only  go  on  questioning,  yearning  more  and 
more  to  understand,  to  see  across,  to  know  the 
meaning,  and  the  possibilities  of  the  Beyond  I 


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